Although Yu Qingyi did not always appear as youthful and innocent as Xue Qiaoer, she stood there with flowing robes, appearing almost ethereal, her white dress outshining the snow, her long hair like clouds, resembling a celestial being beyond comparison.
Just after the New Year, while the atmosphere of celebration lingered on Divine Wood Island, Yang Zhenshan and Yu Qingyi had to busy themselves in their space.
"Longevity Village still needs time to finish construction, so for now, we must handle things ourselves!" Yang Zhenshan gently stroked his long, flowing beard and laughed.
Yu Qingyi, with flowers in her hair, laughed and said, "It's not a troublesome matter, let's just do it ourselves!"
"Shall we begin?" Yang Zhenshan held Yu Qingyi's arm, and she responded with a sweet smile.
Then the two of them began to work. Yang Zhenshan was in charge of fetching water, while Yu Qingyi was responsible for brewing the medicinal soup.
What exactly were they doing?
